We’re Thankful For…

…Our neighborhood diner—where you can always get a seat (a vinyl booth, of course), the home fries are always hot, and our favorite waitress, however brusque she may be, always manages to sneak a smile and a “hun” at the end of her sentences.

There aren’t very many of them left in the city, so we make sure to appreciate ours, and I think other folks in our neighborhood do too, judging by the repeat customers we see on our Sunday visits—everyone from blue-haired old ladies to dads and their sons. It’s a quintessential New York experience and the food is pretty delicious, too.